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Aug 2018
I keep a garden of weeds,
They're so hard to pull out,
But the always seem to grow back.
Seldom I follow the guides,
That tell me what to plant.
The seeds I sow,
Always lose their row.
And everything fades away to black.
Black confused planting
Bobby Dodds
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Bobby Dodds  17/M
(17/M)   
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